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  • I feel just like Picasso
    And you're my masterpiece
    I painted you a lifetime
    Now what's left are memories
    Oooh

    Sunlight's in the curtains
    Diamonds in the trees
    I gave you colors blue and gold
    As you lay upon the sheets
    Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
    Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
    No matter how I try, no matter what I do
    I'm still painting pictures of you

    I could almost smell your perfume
    In each brush stroke of the flowers
    I left you tea from China
    Waiting in your sacred tower
    Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
    Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
    No matter how I try, no matter what I do
    I'm still painting pictures of you

    If I should go crazy, if I would go blind
    I'd still fill the canvas from the pictures in my mind
    If that's the only way to make you mine

    It was something so familiar
    Drawn from this blank page
    Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
    No matter how I try, no matter what I do
    I'm still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures
    Still painting pictures of you

    Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh...
  • I feel just like Picasso
    And you're my masterpiece
    I painted you a lifetime
    Now what's left are memories
    Oooh

    Sunlight's in the curtains
    Diamonds in the trees
    I gave you colors blue and gold
    As you lay upon the sheets
    Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
    Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
    No matter how I try, no matter what I do
    I'm still painting pictures of you

    I could almost smell your perfume
    In each brush stroke of the flowers
    I left you tea from China
    Waiting in your sacred tower
    Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
    Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
    No matter how I try, no matter what I do
    I'm still painting pictures of you

    If I should go crazy, if I would go blind
    I'd still fill the canvas from the pictures in my mind
    If that's the only way to make you mine

    It was something so familiar
    Drawn from this blank page
    Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
    No matter how I try, no matter what I do
    I'm still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures
    Still painting pictures of you

    Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh...